A night of Stargate stars...

I watched most of the CSI: Miami episode that Michael Shanks was one. Three scenes. He did fine. But man, whoa, that show SUCKS rotten whale airflow blown out its nose! Can that blond chick be any MORE wooden and unemotional? Good runner up for the role of a Vulcan, if there were Vulcans on this show. I don't like the "style" at all - the direction sucked, the script felt like the writers hammered it out in two days while sucking down Long Island Ice Teas. There were so many plot holes and assumptions made that I had to keep from gagging. I have seen one other episode of this show (the one about the Cubans coming over on some boat had a lot of Cuban Issues tucked into it) that was "meh" but not half so "meh" as this.

And then, as I was desperately skimming the program channel for something decent to watch, I settled on "Missing" or whatever it's title is - a unit of FBI agents looking for kidnapped, lost, etc people. In this episode Jerry O'Connell guested (YEEHAW! He's great, love his character on Crossing Jordan, liked his character from Sliders) and what the hell -- Hewlett, Oh Rodney, was on this episode, too! Took me by surprise! He even played the bad guy. And this show was MUCH better written than the CSI shite I'd just finished watching minutes earlier.

I hope Shanks can get on some more decently written shows - this is fine for an opener, but man, this was on par with ... well ... thinking in Stargate terms here... Gemini. Not the best show analogy, but there you go.

My father-in-law is the BEST

And how is this? aren't women supposed to hate their in-laws?

In this case, no. He's a very funny guy, loves our kids, likes me, is unassuming...and has the BEST taste in gifts! (along with my sister, who sends these homemade chocolate chip cookies that we have deemed Evil in their goodness)

FIL sent us many many bags of Dunkin' Donuts coffee. Many. Dunkin' Donuts. Coffee. DUNKIN DONUTS COFFEE!

Unless you've tasted this stuff, this mild candy of morning coffees, you know not whereof I speak. But trust me. This stuff puts Starbucks to shame.

Be prepared to see me very hopped up for the next few weeks.

Original Fic

There's this short SF story that I thought up years ago - about 8-10 years ago, I think? I reread it a few months ago, the part I'd finished, and gee, it had held up. Needed a little rewriting, sure, but not much. But the reason it was unfinished was I was stonewalled with the society I'd created. There was something illogical in it that wasn't working. So I downloaded what I'd written into my PDA with the intention of finishing it at last, printing it out, and submitting it to www.crittercrit.org or an actual magazine.

A day or so ago, this story came forward in my mind, with my mind still working on that damned problem I'd run up against. And I think I figured out one of the why's to it, the thing that was stonewalling me. There was no reason for a longevity treatment to be given to women in exchange for their egg-cells - until I realized, geez: what if it was a longevity treatment that *regenerated* those cells, which were removed every few years (say twenty years, for argument's sake). And that simple realization just broke me through.

Now I have to go back and reread and get back in the mileau I'd created, and the characters. Who knows, it might turn into a novella. It's possible.

In other news...

I just vacuumed the living room and the kitchen. Next I have to mop the kitchen floor while the rugrats are bothering someone else's mother for a while.

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I have a secret stash of Lucky Charms. The kids don't know it's here. They ain't gonna find out. This is ALL MINE!

I just had a bowl and now I'm happy. It's the only cereal I have cravings for sometimes.